1 Thus saith the High and Lofty One, "I sit upon my holy throne, "My name is God, I dwell on high, "Dwell in my own eternity.
2 "But I descend to worlds below, "On earth I have a mansion too, "The humble spirit and contrite "Is an abode of my delight.
3 "The humble soul my words revive, "I bid the mourning sinner live, "Heal all the broken hearts I find, "And ease the sorrows of the mind.
4 "When I contend against their sin "I make them know how vile they've been; "But should my wrath for ever smoke, "Their souls would sink beneath my stroke."]
5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair, and die! Thus shall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy chastening love.